“Yes, please.” She pushes her own escargot into the napkin lying next to her plate and quickly folds it.
“I can’t believe that Massimo’s parole was denied once again,” Armando, the capo sitting a few settings to the left, says between bites. “Are they really going to make him serve his full sentence?”
“Appears so,” my father replies from the head of the table. “I’ve been pulling stings left and right, even got a senator who owes us a favor involved, but he said nothing can be done. Someone is intent on keeping Massimo locked up for the duration. The Parole Board cannot be bought, it seems.”
“He should have been wiser and waited for the Family to handle the retaliation at a later time,” Batista Leone, the underboss, throws in. “Killing a man in front of several witnesses, members of the
